A/N: I don't own anything but Amelia and the plot for this story


October 7th, 2016

Steve let the chill of mid-fall settle over him as he made his way through the streets of lower Manhattan to his apartment, people moving in their typical city hustle even at such a late hour. Man he'd missed New York. Even though it was different from anything he remembered back in his day he really did love the city, and one particular person who brought a diabolical smile to his lips at the thought of her. He rounded the corner and entered his building, taking the stairs two at a time. He refused to take the elevator; technology still wasn't really his thing. Sliding the key into the lock and entering the code to the keypad—which Shield had insisted be installed for their protection—Steve couldn't help the antsy shake in his hands as he rushed to open the door as quietly as he could. It was strange how fighting in wars didn't even ruffle his feathers yet the thought of seeing his wife made his heart race and coated his palms in a nervous sweat. How could he have been away from her for almost two months?

Setting his keys in the dish in the kitchen and his large duffle on the floor he heard the dull buzz of the tv as he then made his way to the right, down the narrow hall, and into their bedroom. She always slept with it on when he was away, said it helped her sleep since she hated being alone. His hand hesitated against the wooden door and flexed slightly, he should probably let her sleep but dammit he had to see her. His body relaxed instantly at the sight of her clutching tightly to the pillow in her arms, her bright red hair pooling around her face, lips parted with her Captain America flannel bottoms and blue tank resting dangerously high on her pale stomach. She was beautiful. In every way he thought possible. And she was his. He stood there in the doorway just looking at her for a moment, drinking her in as if Shield might whisk him away again and he might never see her.

Steve moved forward and slowly kneeled on the floor beside the bed, brushing a stray bit of hair from her soft face and caressing her forehead with his lips, "Amelia, Amelia sweetheart it's me." He whispered, smiling as she began to stir.

"Steve?" she questioned, groggy, yet he heard the hopefulness in her tone.

He kissed her temple softly, "Were you expecting someone else this time of night?" he teased.

She laughed and with a gasp her eyes snapped open in awareness, "Steve! You're home!" she said lurching forwards to kiss him.

"Mmhmmm," he mumbled against her lips as he returned the force of her kiss.

Her slender fingers slid around his neck and curled in his hair as she held him to her, their mouths meshing harshly as he wrapped his arm securely around her waist while the other moved to cup her chin. They kissed passionately, lovingly. He held her and decorated her skin and lips with kisses for so long he thought he might never be able to release her from his arms again.

"How was the mission?" she asked, finally pulling away from his mouth and running her fingers along his strong jaw.

"It went well, although it lasted much longer than I thought. I'm sorry Ames I didn't mean to leave you for so long." He said his mouth turning down in a slight frown.

"It's alright, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to make it up to me before Shield takes you away from me again." She said tapping her finger against his bottom lip which tingled under her touch.

He chuckled, "Let's hope. I'm not due to fly out again until the twenty fifth so that gives us some time."

Amelia smiled, her eyes shining in excitement, "You mean you get to be in town for my birthday this year?"

Steve chuckled and kissed her, "The twenty first isn't it?" he asked playfully earning a semi-stern look from his wife.

"You're lucky you just got home or I'd be seriously offended." She replied pecking his nose.

"I love you Amelia." Steve said kicking his sneakers off and easing himself over her to rest beside her in their bed.

She smiled, "I love you too Steve. Very much."

He slid his arm underneath her, curling it tightly around her waist and pulling her to him. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her throat and let his face rest in her neck, inhaling deeply.

God he'd even missed this smell of her, "You smell fantastic." He mumbled against her skin which was hypersensitive due to his touch.

Amelia giggled and eyed him curiously, "Well I do aim to please." He chuckled and grazed her jaw with his mouth, "You know if you keep doing that I don't think either of us will sleep tonight."

He smiled and kissed her again, "We have all day tomorrow to sleep if we want. I don't think Clint and Natasha will be swinging by for a surprise visit any time soon."

She brought his face to hers and placed her lips hungrily upon his, "True, but Stark would."

"Actually I don't think so," he replied between kisses, "He went to DC with Pepper as soon as he landed at Stark tower."

"You know, I still hate that thing. I can't believe he's building a second one." Amelia said scrunching her nose slightly in distaste.

"Well, when you've got an ego like his there's not much else you can do besides rule the world." Steve mused.

"Yes, because the last thing we need around here is another good-gone-evil like Loki." She smarted.

"Tony Stark…Ruler of the Free World. Now that would be terrifying." He replied.

By this point their kisses had become hot. Although they bantered heavily each brush of their mouths ignited a long un-sated fire in them both.

"I think that's enough talking for one night." Amelia said placing her mouth severely to Steve's, allowing him to slip his tongue fluidly between her teeth as she finished speaking.

"Mmhmmm," was the only form of a reply he managed.

His hands slid languidly around the smooth sides of her tank while hers roaming the creamy skin of his chest, slowly working to ease his shirt over his head. Once his torso was bare Amelia ran her hands slowly along his shoulders, slipping down to his hands to guide them under the hem of her top. One hand large hand gripped her side gently while the other splayed out and ran like a feather over her belly, raising goosebumps on her skin from the pleasurable tickles. Amelia shivered under his warm touch as his hand slowly began to caress farther upwards, skimming the bottom of her breast. By this time she had returned her hands to his hair, running them along his bare chest until they reached his belt buckle. Her slender fingers fumbled impatiently with the damned thing before hastily pulling it from his pants. The hand on her side had moved upwards, taking her tank top with it until her belly was bare. Steve removed his lips from hers ignoring his wife's protests and pressed a kiss just below her jaw, another to her collarbone, an extra just above her breasts, and finally several down her stomach stopping at the top of her navel.

"So beautiful," he muttered into her skin before lifting her tank over her head and coming up to connect their mouths lingeringly.

Amelia's hands made their way down his strong back to tug on his pants causing him to become the uncharacteristically impatient one. His hands hastily removed her pajama bottom, discarding them onto the floor as they then reached hungrily for the smooth flesh of her legs. Her toned body was heaven in his hands. He would never have enough of her, nor she him. They were like two atoms combusting as they collided, removing the rest of their clothes until they were finally skin on skin. Amelia clung almost cruelly to him as he slid into her, arching her body forcefully against his as she let out a sound of pleasure. Oh god how had she ever let him go? How could she have been without this, without him, for almost two months? In that moment it was simply incomprehensible. There was nothing but Steve Rogers and the perfection of their connected bodies as he moved in and out of her desperately as she quaked with ecstasy beneath him. Two souls converging in passion overcome by an unbelievable need to feel every piece of the other, to realize that they were together again and breathe a little easier for a while.

Amelia was swallowed in the intensity of her orgasm, Steve reaching the same point shortly after and collapsed on top of her. He quickly rolled over and pulled her with him, bringing her to rest on his heaving chest both of them breathless. They laid there for a while in silence, their breathing and the murmur of the tv the only sound in the whole apartment. She pressed the occasional openmouthed kiss to his chest and he ran his hands repeatedly through her soft mess of hair as neither of them spoke, both too afraid to shatter the moment of utter bliss. Amelia cuddled tightly into him, the comfort of his body in the bed beside her lulling her towards the outer strains of unconsciousness after their blood cooled and their hearts calmed.

"I've missed you so much Steve." She murmured her tone filled with a hint of sadness.

"I missed you too but I'm here now, Amelia, and I'm not going anywhere." He replied kissing her temple before their silence continued.

"Turn off the tv please." She whispered after a while into his neck and brushing her lips tenderly across his shoulder.

She felt her husband rustle around and his head lift slightly, "Where's the remote babe?"

"Bedside table I think." She mumbled.

He moved again, "The big button in the top corner right?"

She nodded against him, sighing contentedly. The voices disappeared. Steve's hands moved hotly over her body.

"You up for round two?" he whispered huskily in her ear, she could feel him smiling.

She laughed, "Only if it's anything like round one."

He chuckled and shifted to kiss her, round two proving to be even better than the first.

October 8th, 2016

Amelia awoke the next morning to a cold and empty bed. She'd had the most amazing dream. Steve had come home and they'd talked and made love for hours, only deciding to sleep when the sunlight began to seep through the bottom of their blackout curtains bought especially for nights like these. It was the best she'd had in a while and so vivid she could've sworn he was really here. The thought made her ache. God she missed him. She needed him like a desiccated man needed water. He was both an addiction and a necessity, simply an unchangeable part of her. She rose slowly from her bed, her bare feet scuffing across the hardwood floor as she made her way down the hall.

A slight wave of panic rushed through her at the sound of movement in the kitchen. Amelia backed down the hall slowly, grabbing the gun Steve had taught her how to shoot in case of an emergency out of its hiding place and disengaging the safety. She shoved her hair out of her face nervously and took a deep breath to steady herself, she could do this. She crept slowly to the corner, holding the gun close to her side as the rustling continued. Silently she rounded the corner, pointing the gun at the trespasser and preparing to shoot.

"Jesus Christ Amelia it's me!" Steve said holding his hands up in surrender and jumping back, his eyes wide.

"Holy shit Steve! You scared the hell out of me! I thought you were an intruder." She hollered, putting the safety on and setting the weapon down on the counter. She took a few steps forward to lean against the granite, careful not to touch the gun, "So it wasn't a dream."

"What wasn't a dream Ames?" Steve questioned slowly moving towards her.

Wordlessly she sprang forwards and wrapped her arms tightly around him, hers curling tightly around his neck while his went securely around her waist.

"You weren't in bed when I woke up so I thought last night must've been a dream." She said softly, her lips near his ear.

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against her, "You're something else you know that?"

She laughed and kissed the side of his face, "I'm glad you're home Steve."

"Me too, traveling all the time gets pretty lonely." Steve said pulling back to look at her.

She kissed him, "So I forgot to ask, Nat and Clint made it home okay didn't they?"

"Yeah, although Georgia wasn't too happy when her husband showed up at their apartment with the two of us in tow. No one knows where Natasha lives so I can only say she made it to Clint's alright."

Amelia laughed sweetly, "Well you know G. Like me when she's actually with her husband she's not too fond of company. At least, not for the first few days. Tasha is unpredictable so that's understandable." Noticing he wasn't in his usual morning attire—sweatpants with no shirt—she looked him over, "Why are you all dressed up this morning?"

He was wearing his favorite brown leather jacket, a blue button down, and jeans and his hair was parted and gelled in its normal style.

He ran his hands down her sides, "I thought I could run out and get us some movies before you woke up. I figured we could have a stay-in movie day, it's been forever since we've had a day where we just hung around and did nothing."

She smiled and ran her hands down his chest, "Now that sounds absolutely fantastic. You figured out how to use RedBox?"

"I think I've been around long enough to figure it out." He replied coasting his mouth across hers.

"So in other words you have no idea and were going to as the lady in the store to help you." They both laughed, "Did you have any movies in mind?"

"I was hoping you could give me a few suggestions…" Steve looked at her sheepishly.

Her smiled widened, "How about I just get dressed and come with you and make it easier on everyone."

He moved his hands over her arms as if to warm her, "That sounds like a good idea to me."

She kissed him lingeringly, her tongue running across his bottom lip before turning and heading towards their bedroom, "Perfect, I'll try to be quick okay?"

He shook his head and grinned as he watched her head towards their bedroom, "Okay."


So I hope y'all enjoyed this first chapter! Reviews and the greatest things ever and any comments would be greatly appreciated! Y'all are the best! Also a big thank you to CaileeChaos for indirectly inspiring this through her ClintxOC story!(: